County Line Lyrics by Coolio

County Line Lyrics

    Seven in the morning, standing in the line
    Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine
    Two in the back of me sucking on a joint
    And one in back of them ready for a new sport
    There's 4-5 suckers way way in the back
    Stooped down low with the crowd smokin' crack
    They looking at me funny coz i got a record out
    And a nigga with a record out is supposed to have some proud
    A forth of the people in the line be hookers
    But the other forth betta ask help themself
    A forth of the people having good faith
    And all of the rest all fucked up in the head
    A bald headed stank bitch is about to make me laugh
    And a nigga who need a bath is asking for my autograph
    Ain't nothing changed but the time
    I got to get mine, so i'm standing in the county line


    This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
    Coz it's all about money, ain't a damn thing funny
    This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
    You got to have the conned, and let'n them looking funny

    Verse 2:

    I walked through the front door to fill out my ap
    Here comes another sap asking if i rap
    I don't say a word coz he know that i do
    I'm down with the maad ass u know hoo!
    I take a numer and a seat
    I'm sweating from the heat
    Somebody got their shoes off
    I smell their feet
    My number is 80, it's still on 20
    I look up at the clock and now is 10:30
    Free butter and cheese oh please, oh please
    Can i get my food stamps so i can leave
    I got money and a car but they don't really know it
    Now they asking me a gang of questions coz i told them i was homeless
    I'm living in a car drive back in the alley
    But i use to shack up with a hooker named sally
    Line after line
    Ruff is the time
    My life is in a bomb so i'm standing in the county line


    Verse 3:

    I'm sittin' at a desk talking to a social worker
    She thinks i'm a fool but i know that i can work her

    -punk ass ho' sittin' behind the window all toe up ass tramp
    Rollin' that week sheets of mine

    "you have a penetentry record"
    -i said i know that biatch!

    She wants to know what kind a work do i do
    I said i haven't worked since 1982
    I can't find a job though i looked and i looked
    Took one hit of the crack and mistook
    She sittin there wonderin' what did coz i did
    And the whole time i'ma watchin like i'm smokin me a joint
    Job search work the projects whackness
    And in a few weeks i'd get my check
    Now i got to wait for them to call me trough the window
    So i can get some cash to pay for the hotel and the bathshow
    It's 5:13 by the clock on the wall
    Mothafuckez move so i can make a phonecall
    Shit is getting late and the time is 29
    That why so many niggas standing in the county line

    -=chorus x 2 fade out=-